Shadow Boxing

Once upon a shooting star I was fighting Blind and somber Sticks and stones but a scar Made of lightning Made of thunder Like a sun Shining without a shadow Like a swan Sliding without a puddles Cross my heart hold my arm I had faith in Shining armours Come rain blow winds and war I was wearing Flying colours Like a sun Shining without a shadow Like a swan Sliding without a puddle Like a horse Riding without a saddle Like a curse Rising without an idol Like a wreck Drifting without a paddle Like a jerk Hiding without a Jekyll